Before The Persimmons Became Ripe

 

 

 

I went hiking today to escape you.

 

Down the trail I was greeted by a dog with your name.

 

Made my eyes sting.

 

A sweet scent caught my nose and reminded me to breathe.

 

A boy said “It’s the persimmons!”.

 

I told you I wouldn’t forget you laughing under the persimmon tree.

 

How that early fruit numbed my mouth and made us into children.

 

 

 

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